This is a teenage poem that I have written recently and it was just for my amusement but then I decided why not share it with others. While I was writing this teenage poem, it brings me back to when I was a teenager. That feeling of being young again just lifts up my mood.
Teenage Poem
Me as a teenager
I love being a youthful teenager,
There is just so much things to do,
To feel young and free just like a beaver,
Forever mischief the things that I do.
Then comes my mother
The yelling from my mum does not bother me,
As it has become a daily routine,
A routine so lame as the eye can see,
Immunity kicked in, it’s just routine.
Never forgetting about my sister
My sisters’ shrill, a very painful one,
Every teenager’s dream to rid of one,
But reality sets in, as she’s the one,
With lots of goodies from her dearest one.
My brother the boss
Ah! This one the most stubborn of them all,
To cross his path is to stand in darkness,
I think he never had much fun at all,
So sad but true, he likes the dullness.
Daddy the magnificent
He may be small but don’t judge him yet,
His voice commands the house with authority,
But with you I can place a bet,
Between me and a game, gambling is a priority.
Copyright © 2007 Teenage Poem




